liptych
I think maybe I will found and manage a really arty strip club (magritte-esuqe backdrops, birth of venus themed burlesque dances?) called Liptych. It just sounds dirty!
But really. I’m glad Evan, moi, and our reporter in the field Chance Lunning were able to get some quality time in Chicago. I had a really really good time! And spring break is still going strong, what with hanging merits and (not really) watching Layer Cake. Many pictures have been posted upon the flickr.
But that is not what I come here to talk to you about. No, I come to talk to you about tea. I have recently become obsessed with it, going so far as to purchase a cute teacup and saucer set, and (more recently) some dry tea leaves and a tea infuser and my new favorite place, Argo Tea. Regrettably, these cutie patootie tea cafes are only in chicago, for now. They are so delicious, and I only got to go there once!! They had crazy things like teapuccinos and americanizy bubble teas. I got some tasty ginger peach tea from them, but now I realize that I have a leetle problem: I have no tea pot, only tea kettle. So now I have to procure one, but it MUST be cutie. So, Minneapolins, where do I go for this? I want something delicate and precious, and preferably on the not spendy side. I need to make my life cutier! CUTIER.
also today we saw a mouse at work and I had terrible horrible flashbacks to Project Flatmouse, which was in effect last season at the theater. Basically it consisted of my boss squishing intruding mice with his large boot. Take what you want of that. (It didn’t happen today, though. phew).
I leave you tonight, Shambotians, with this rediculous movie.
